Karthas waited for three days in the magical chamber of Iolem, and the Icarus was delayed for three full days.

Three days later, Karthas reappeared in front of the Icarus.

One of his most valued students, Brian, who had studied the way of sound vibration until now, immediately stepped forward with joy to ask for advice.

He was one of the few people Karthas had been informed of their mission, so he almost couldn't wait for the teacher to lead them in their quest to find the artifact that would save Netheril.

But he didn't get what he expected, let's go.

Rather, it was a sentence from Karthas: "Brad, the mission to the astral plane has been canceled, and from today onwards, you are the captain of the Icarus, take everyone with you, let's go, don't come back." ”

Brian's eyes widened, and his IQ was not low, and he realized the seriousness of the situation: "What happened to the teacher?"

"His Majesty Iolem is missing

"So, I can't go. ”

Instead of hiding it from his student, Karthas chose to tell the truth.

Brian opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Whatever the reason, at this critical juncture, the disappearance of Iolem's crown is too great a blow to the entire Netheril.

Moreover, this news cannot be hidden.

You may be able to hide it from the people for a while, but you definitely can't hide it from other Grand Arcanists.

Because today is the monthly date of the Severynton Parliament.

And for nearly 3,000 years, Iolim's crown has never been absent without an excuse.

He was the most sane and wise man in all of Netheril.

But he was too old, nearly three thousand years old, and relied heavily on the power of magic to keep him alive.

If it was said that Ferrin Demon Kui's continuous magic sucking was the most harmful to anyone, then the eldest of Netheriel, was the first to bear the burden.

And Karthus's detection in his magical chamber came to a worrying conclusion.

Before his disappearance, Iolem was working on a way to rely on arcane gods to become gods, and he was very close to succeeding.

If he succeeds, he will be the first being to ignite a divine fire with arcane art.

But alas, he failed.

And it should be a very serious spell backlash.

Maybe he had reached a very serious point by then.

So much so that he didn't even have time to leave a message, and he had to leave Netheril, who had long been shrouded in magic sucking.

Iolem's departure was an almost foreseeable disaster for Netheril.

And he, as the successor of Iolem, would leave at this time.

Then under this double whammy, it will be devastating for Netheriel.

It is very likely that Netherel will fall into self-disintegration and destruction before the enemy can fully attack him.

So, anyone can go.

Only he Karthas, can't!

Brian understood this, and in the end, he left Netherel with the boatload of people in despair.

Instead of heeding Karthas's advice, he headed straight for the depths of the astral plane!

He's going to find that hope.

And Iolem's whereabouts eventually became a mystery.

Soon, news of Iorham's unexplained absence from the Sweynton Assembly spread, and Nessreldon was in a panic.

At one point, the situation was even on the verge of mutiny.

In the end, it was Karthas who stepped up.

He claimed that His Majesty Iolem was not missing, but had gone in search of some rare material.

A spell of canonization was thrown out by him at an impromptu meeting.

"If the teacher doesn't come back in time, I've already found another replacement, I, Calthas, am about to ignite the divine fire and completely solve the problem of Felin Demon Kui as a god. ”

Karthas stood at the gates of the Sevington Parliament and assured all the Nethers.

A crisis that almost caused Netherel to collapse prematurely was temporarily resolved by Karthas in this way to quench his thirst.

At that moment, Karthas felt an incomparably heavy burden on his shoulders.

That's the future of Nessreel.

That was Iolum's unfulfilled duty.

That was the future and hope of Netheril's 32,680,000 people.

It's time to fight hard and revive the country from peril, he thinks.

Originally, he felt that there was no hope other than the tool that Icarus had mentioned.

But before Ioram disappeared, he pointed out another uncertain path for him.

If it can't be solved by manpower.

If the gods have forsaken them.

Then ignite the fire of the gods and make yourself a god!

So he returned to his laboratory and worked on Iorem's god-sealing spells.

However, he discovers that Iolem's god-sealing spell has a fatal flaw.

That is, since the divine fire is to be ignited, what kind of priesthood should be targeted?

Because even if it is arcane, it is just another way and a tool to interpret the rules of the world, but to explain magic.

Therefore, it is difficult for him to bypass an existence and become a powerful enough god.

That is

Goddess of Magic.

Misreel.

And at this moment, he remembered that when he was a child, he once asked his teacher Ress a question:

"Is the goddess of magic, as a god, really as omnipotent as people think, capable of solving all the problems of the world?"

"How is it possible, since the birth of the Goddess of Magic, she has been responsible for maintaining the balance of the magic net in the world of Corell, which is a very boring and lonely job. The god of magic is a priesthood, but also a heavy responsibility, and it can even be said to be a kind of shackles, and one of the things she often hangs on her mouth is, ah, it's so boring, if only I was born an ordinary person. That way, I can travel to my heart's content and enjoy everything the world has to offer. However, she is also a god, and most of the problems in the world are still difficult for her, so if you have any problems in the future, you might as well believe her, maybe there will be miracles. ”

So God is not free, neither omniscient nor omnipotent. ”

"In that case, Lady of Magic, let me and I perform this duty on your behalf, if you so desire, when I am done with Netheril's safety.

"And before I do that, I need to borrow your power for a while. ”

Having reached the end of his rope, Karthas didn't think much of it, and didn't try to pray to ask the goddess of magic what her wishes were, so he looked at the night sky alone and muttered to himself.

When he heard Karthus's words, Levi felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart, and he wanted to shake his head and tell him loudly:

"Don't borrow, don't borrow, don't borrow!

But he's just a bystander, or rather.

is a witness.

He is powerless to control the established history that has already happened in the long river of time.

Two months later.

Karthas finally created his own spell, the incarnation of Karthas, based on Iolum's spell.

In the history of Corell, there is a twelve-level spell that is unique.

It is capable of temporarily stealing the power and priesthood of a god.

And Karthas chose the goddess of magic, Misriel, as his target.

If the situation is really serious then.

But what Karthas didn't know was that many worlds follow Murphy's Law, which is:

If something has the potential to go bad, no matter how small that likelihood, it will always happen.

That moment came quickly

Even Karthus, who had just created the incarnation of Karthas, had not yet had time to verify the success rate and flaws of this spell through some other means.

According to the report from the front, the underground that has been hiding in the land of Netheril, which is also the Felin Demon Sunflower in the great desert of Analok today, I don't know if it is because he has absorbed enough magic in the land of Netheril, or because he has been stimulated by some unknown.

They began to pour out of the ground in large numbers, and began a massive frontal assault on the floating city outside Netharel.

It's just that by the time the battle reached the Karthas side, at least dozens of floating cities had already fallen

This is the heaviest loss of the Floating City since it was created.

Menacing

Unstoppable

Just as the Netherreans were in despair, Karthas walked out of his laboratory and into front of the Severton Council.

In front of the parliament square, there were countless arcanists and citizens full of fear and despair.

The Great Arcanist, who was not very good at words, only briefly appeased the people, and personally took Netheriel's remaining 861 Grand Arcanists, their Floating City, and the Ferin Demon Aoi who was overwhelmed by the army, to start a fateful decisive battle.

More than 300 years ago, the Grand Arcanists who had just discovered the Ferin Demon Aoi only thought that this creature with high magic resistance and the ability to absorb magic power was a problem, and they were like termites that could not be killed.

Therefore, whenever I find them, I just move the floating city to another place with no trouble.

And now, they need to pay for their past negligence and arrogance.

What appeared before the eyes of Karthas and everyone was almost apocalyptic.

The Annalok Desert was like a boiling golden ocean, and purple billowing smoke rose into the sky for only half a day, and the smoke that was absorbing all the magic around it all the time covered most of the sky.

You can see that in the smoke, countless black dots are circling and flying.

As far as the eye can see, there are often countless flies like flies chasing Netheril's arcanists.

Ice spears derived from countless spells, meteorite rains, and powerful summons from various planes that were summoned collided in the sky.

From time to time, you can see someone being caught by Fei Lin Demon Aoi's magic sucking technique, and then unable to maintain the Sky Dance Technique, and falling weakly towards the desert.

The entire sky has long been reduced to the most tragic battlefield.

The sides and beneath the Floating City unfold layers of railguns that never stop roaring.

Ordinary warriors who don't have the ability to go to the skies can only control these railguns with their constructs, pushing pure metal cannonballs into these metal tracks that can accelerate beyond the speed of spells under magnetic energy.

But from the desert, countless transparent pipes like needles gushed out and connected with the Floating City, constantly absorbing the magical energy that belonged to the Floating City.

It is not uncommon to see the floating city suddenly lose power as if it were stuck, and then fall towards the desert.

In the desert, it seems to have completely changed its appearance, as if hundreds of abyssal mouths have opened in the desert.

Countless huge tentacles stretched out from the edge of the cavern, like seaweed dancing silently at the bottom of the sea.

They were so huge that even the falling floating city fell into it without any sound, as if it had completely disappeared from this world.

It is through these three hundred years that they have been absorbing the magic of Netheriel, and they have become a gigantic Ferrin Demon Sunflower.

And although the Great Arcanists raised their hands when the stars fell and the mountains fell, once they were sucked by magic, the fate was even more miserable.

If the life extension technique fails on the spot, they will often be drained of false lives in a few seconds, completely decayed in the torrent of time, and then silently turn into a cloud of flying ashes and disappear.

But to be able to stay in Netherel at this moment, the Grand Arcanist, is not a life-sparing.

A magical ship flew out of a fallen floating city, and instead of fleeing before the Mither Core failed, it swooped down at full speed into the mouth of a giant Felin Demon Sunflower.

A few seconds later.

Bang!

An extreme light lit up, almost engulfing the entire battlefield.

Immediately after that, a magnificent mushroom cloud rose from the Great Annalok Desert.

The Grand Arcanist detonated the magic ship's Mithic Core before his false life was completely drained.

A giant Ferin Demon Sunflower turned into ashes, and it failed to fully digest the energy of the sudden expansion and explosion, turning into a real sinkhole.

It was the first devastating attack on the battlefield to bear fruit.

But at the cost of the life of a Grand Arcanist.

"Oberon," Karthas whispered the name of the Grand Arcanist.

He is Netherrell, the first creature in the history of Correll to fly into space in a magical ship.

He could have gone

He should have left his name in history

but ended up leaving in this way

At this time, Xu is Oberon's success inspired many Grand Arcanists, and they began to fight their enemies in their own way

"Roar!!"

On a certain floating city, an old silver dragon rose, and the afterglow of Oberon in the sky was reflected on her scales, making her look so elegant and beautiful.

And on her back, there was a small figure on horseback.

He was not a dragon knight, but an arcana, and he was the husband of the silver dragon.

A guy who indulges in music and enjoyment all day long.

And at this moment, he rode on his wife's back, played the harp, and then threw himself into the mouth of a giant Felin Demon Aoi with the silver dragon.

Immediately afterward, a thick pillar of silver light shot straight into the sky, as if penetrating the heavens and the earth, and then together with the giant Feilin Demon Sunflower, it turned into countless silver fine sand under the pillar of light, silently weathering.

This deity of Bahamut is in the midst of a painful choice between faith and love.

Both were selected.

She did not ask Bahamut, the king of the good dragons, to intervene in this war, which had nothing to do with metal dragons.

Instead, it directly detonated his own beliefs

and their beloved, together with dust.

Live up to the gods, live up to the heart.

"Roar"

The clouds shone with its furious thunder.

Then it rained.

It was the tears of the King of the Good Dragons.

"Kassandra Granne"

Karthas recognized that it was the parents of his disciple Brad

"Enough"

The voice of Karthas rang out in the sky.

Watching familiar faces leave one after another.

Karthas knew he couldn't hesitate any longer.